We will come to you on Thursday Evg,1 nothing loth; 7 p.m. — You are bound to give these Miss Lowes a subscription, I should say, of —— You yourself shall say
it?2

Last night I learn that it was Mauritius Lowe their Father, actually, who saved the late immortal Turner from his Barber's
shop,3 and made a Welt-berühmter [world-famous man] of him;—and that poor Miss Lowe learned drawing beside him, under her Father's tuition. Have you no enthusiasm
left?— The Subscription, I am told, goes on handsomely.4 At lowest there is no want of Penny Letters about it.